chance.”
He switched on the light then to look at her. She was standing there, rigid and
frightened, on the brink of panic. “I know you may not be ready yet, but we could start
slowly.” He grinned. That darling, boyish grin. “We could start out by holding hands.”
He reached out and took her hand. And she pulled him to her and they were kissing
and his lips were gentle and tender and careful, and hers were demanding and wild with all
the pent-up longing that had been stored in her body these long, lonely months. And they
were in bed together, making love and it was as though no time had passed, and they were
on their honeymoon. But it was more than that. The passion was still there, fresh and
wonderful, but with it an appreciation for what they had together, the knowledge that this
time it would be all right, this time they would not hurt each other.
“How would you like to go away on a second honeymoon?” Larry was asking.
“Oh, yes, darling. Can we?”
“Sure, I have a vacation coming. We’ll leave on Saturday. I know a wonderful little
place we can go. It’s called Ioannina.”